Devil's Trill
By SMYGO4EVA
The world was always being hurled into chaos and there was no end to that very cycle, because without chaos there would be no order, and fate was in its own nature an inescapable force. Sometimes fate was of the gods' pure fortune, other times it was the marking that fate was indeed cruel, the latter being sadly true many times. It is with this that one would grow cynical and decide to shut themselves off to the idea of any real happiness, even when confronted with it head-on, just so that their fates would not tie into the embellished sickness called their lives enough as it was already.
The magician Fai D. Fluorite felt that he was on the cruel side of so-called fate now, with his magic almost gone and wishing for a sweet release to take him from the hellhole that he deemed life as. He wanted death, in fact, he welcomed it, but that was when hitsuzen had other plans for him. Now he was a creature that yearned for the red blood that boiled under human flesh and what was even more insulting was that he had to take the warrior Kurogane's blood as a personal life sustainer.
He felt bitter, yet he thought he shouldn't be, after all, he was given a second chance and saved from the bloodstained jaws of death, and he owed that to the warrior. The warrior who was his untimely vessel, the vessel of which he would sustain his now accursed life. The warrior who had pushed him and pushed him, just as he had pushed and pushed him before his transformation in a creature much darker than either of them could possibly imagine.
He cursed this fate, but as the thirst began to rise again, he knew that this couldn't be helped, and if his life was be prolonged for the sake of princess Sakura, then so be it. Where he was now, it didn't matter if he lived or died.
The thirst…
Red blood….
It was rising within him again….
The thirst…
Fangs bore.
Blood spilled onto a misbegotten wrist.
He was…
Here he was ---
He was…
Being satisfied.
Yes
He was.
He was being satisfied.
His needs were being met.
His desires were being granted.
His wishes, his unquenchable thirst…
For so long, he had met the needs and desires and wishes of others.
For so long, he had paid attention to what others wanted, and not enough to what he wanted, what he craved, what he was searching for.
Within an instant, everything he was lacking was being filled.
It was.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
YES!
(…)
It stops.
It finally stops.
Everything he was feeling…
…finally stops.
He is done.
He is done.
Satisfying his needs, he was fully satiated.
At last, he felt whole.
He never felt the empty space being filled until now.
He understood it now.
He felt it….
The warrior's blood coursed through him…
His own blood was being nourished…
The reverberating strings of the two hearts tugged as the roles of the one being nourished and the one doing the nourishing slowly melded into one display of want and need.
Almost like being possessed by a darker power than he had ever conjured…
And he was mystified by it…
Almost intoxicated by it….
Yes, intoxicated…
Possessed….
The magician-turned-vampire was possessed by the thirst for the warrior's blood…
He was possessed, but he enjoyed it, and he would further enjoy listening to the devil's trill for a lot longer now.